something something "go back to the shadows from whence you came" and the cruelty of that when Gloreth was the one who took her hand and coaxed her out of the shadows in the first place, trusted and trusting until adults taught her to hate

the imagery of light and shadow and the way Ambrosius is always in the light (born into privilege, never having to question a system that was designed for him) even when it visually separates him from Bal

Nimona at her lowest turning into a creature of shadow but with light still there underneath, the way the light shines through in her eyes, mouth, heart and wounds

Nimona in the final form we see her in, as a phoenix, a creature of pure light that suffuses the entire landscape with her glow, a creature associated with death and rebirth but also with fire, not the fire of the burning village from the myth or from her memory but righteous fire that protects herself and others. breaking stuff that deserves to be broken